"I want to turn the donor's head, but I don't know if the donor is willing to give up?"

As the old monk finished speaking, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly changed. A strong wind suddenly hangs on the ground, and the fallen leaves in the sky were swept into the air.

Countless qi channels were thrown at Ye Chen and others.

"Old guy, I've long discovered something is wrong with you!"

Lin Tai was furious and took the lead in punching the old monk. The fist wind roared and the fist shadow was unpredictable, like a cannonball.

However, the old monk didn't even look at it, but just took a step forward. In this step, a tide-like aura erupted from him.

"puff!"

Under the impact of this momentum, Lin Tai staggered back several steps, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes looked at the old monk again were extremely horrified.

Ye Chen once rumored that he "Shurao Zhentian Sha" and some elixirs for cultivation. He has broken through to the early stage of the Spirit Gathering Realm. It can be said that even when facing experts in Tongmai Realm, he will not be at a disadvantage.

However, the old monk shook him back with just his momentum, and his internal organs were burned, as if they were burned by fire, and his qi and blood were surging.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly reminded: "Lord, be careful, this old guy has a bit of terrifying strength!"

Ye Chen shook his head slightly and looked at the old monk: "Who sent you to kill me? Wumeng?"

"It's not the Martial Alliance, I'm here just for myself!"

The old monk shook his head and said.

"WuShuang, kill!"

Ye Chen said oh, then turned around and walked into the car, his expression extremely indifferent, as if he was telling something very ordinary.

However, his spiritual sense sensed that there were countless ancient warriors hidden around him, and each of them was not low in strength.

The words fell.

Ye Wushuang, who had been motionless before, suddenly burst out with a sword intent. The invisible sword energy surrounded the surroundings, forming a terrifying sword energy storm centered on him, and the sound of sword roars were filled in the air.

"This boy is Jian Wushuang? He is indeed amazing innate!"

"Yes, I have understood the sword intent at a young age, and can also divide the sword energy. It seems that the rumors are not false!"

"I just don't know how Rinpoche from Miyin Temple responds?"

"Rinpoche became famous fifty years ago. Now he is at the peak of his innate nature and is closest to the threshold of the supreme martial arts. Even Yang Junlin, the second-ranked Tianlist, is not his third move enemy. He is also good at Tantric hard qigong. Jian Wushuang's sword energy cannot break his defense!"

“…”

Almost at the same time, the strong men hiding in every corner started to discuss. They also came for the Psychiao after learning about the killing order of the Wu Alliance against Ye Nankuang.

However, due to Ye Nankuang's reputation, everyone chose to remain silent. Only the old monk couldn't help but stand up first.

Now the old and new warriors are fighting, one in his nineties and the other in his eighteen years old, which makes them secretly look forward to it.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

The old monk folded his hands together, his face showing a solemn look. Then he saw that the robes on his body shook, spreading open like an umbrella, and the tide-like energy wrapped him around him.

The most important thing is that a golden energy phantom formed beside him, covering him like a bronze bell.

"If you can break my golden bell cover, I will retreat!"

The old monk's way of compassion.

"You don't have to leave, keep your life!"

Ye Wushuang's expression was indifferent.

As soon as these words were said, the hidden strong men sneered, and they were very dissatisfied. The Tibetan Tantric Buddhism’s best skills are the lion’s roar and the golden bell cover. Whenever every lama practices, he will use the secret body-refining holy medicine made by Tantric Buddhism to strengthen his body.

Although Ye Wushuang was strong, he could at most tie with Rinpoche and wanted to kill him? It was purely a delusion, and even the old monk shook his head slightly, as if he did not agree with Ye Wushuang's words.

The next moment.

A lightning light lit up, it was a sword light, but the sword light was like lightning!

The sword light became brighter and brighter, like a thunder swaying upwards, illuminating the daylight even brighter. The afterglow reflected by the sword light was even extremely dazzling.

This moment.

Everyone subconsciously closed their eyes.

"Puff!"

With a sound of breaking through the flesh, it fell.

Everyone hurriedly opened their eyes and saw that there was an extra head and a headless corpse wearing a cassock. The body was still holding a bowl and motionless.

The whole world is as quiet as death!

The old abbot of Miyin Temple is closest to the supreme martial arts master and is extremely good at the golden bell cover. He died!

A sword!

Just one sword!

There was no extra move, and then this sword not only broke through Rinpoche's golden bell cover, but even slashed his head with one sword!

Everyone's hearts thumped, and the backs were chilling.

"Clam!"

The sword returns to the sheath!

Ye Wushuang walked straight into the car, and a little red blood was added to the flawless white clothes. The young man said calmly: "Brother, he is dead!"

Ye Chen nodded slightly, and then an astonishing murderous intent erupted from him. This murderous intent emanated from all around, causing countless powerful people hiding in the dark waiting for opportunities to cool down!

A very indifferent voice sounded: "Who else wants to kill me, Ye? Stand out and let me take a look!"

This sound shocked thousands of meters in a radius, extremely arrogant, domineering and arrogant!

The air was dead silent.

No one speaks, no one dares to speak!

"drive!"

Ye Chen glanced at Lin Tai.

Lin Tai woke up from his dream and hurriedly got into the driver's seat, started the car and slowly left the street.

No one dares to take action again!

Even though they were once on the Tianlist, even if they left the Tianlist, they had been practicing for decades and were regarded as old monsters.

But now!

He actually chose silence unanimously!

As the car disappeared before and after watching it, an old Taoist in a tattered Taoist robe jumped onto the ground. The man looked at the old monk's body, then looked at the direction where the car disappeared, and was frightened.

"Terror, two monsters!"

"Wu Meng, this time it's been a big hit!"

...

After Ye Chen and Ye Wushuang got on the plane, they sat directly by the window. At this time, there were already many people on the plane.

As Wushuang sat down, countless stunning gazes were immediately attracted. In the entire cabin, both men and women, they looked back at him.

It was obviously amazed by his unparalleled handsome appearance.

However, Ye Wushuang seemed to not feel these things, and she remained motionless, with a cold face, and all of them exuded a breath of keeping people from thousands of miles away. This made many people amazed and did not dare to come up to say hello.

Ye Chen looked at him with a strange expression and couldn't help but smile and said, "I feel very stressed when I sit with you!"

He was like a green leaf, all of which set off Wushuang's red flowers, and he felt a little sour in his heart.

Ye Wushuang smiled embarrassedly when he heard this.

At this time, the sound of the plane taking off sounded on the airplane radio. A woman in beige dress came over and looked down at Ye Chen and said: "I'll buy your seat for 500 yuan!"
Chapter completed!